CJRT has resigned as director of the Tolkien Estate. (As early as August actually. Multiple sources confirm so I guess this is not just a hoax?) It shouldn't be that surprising - he's 93 and hinted as early as April that Beren and Lúthien would probably be the last of his father's works that he'd edit and published - and yet... it is ( Read more... )

Fandom, it seems, is not without a certain sense of irony.

For the last two days, I've been stewing in a bit of self-pity because my would-be epic War of Wrath artwork for the Silmarillion 40 collection hasn't been getting the attention I'd been hoping for (which sucks particularly because I've been waiting for the reveal for two months). I mean, ( Read more... )

That moment when you mean to use the "like a moth drawn to the candle" imagery in an Age-of-the-Trees fanfic set in Valinor and realise it doesn't work. Moths die in candles because they mistake our artificial lights for bright lights in the sky, particularly the moon. BUT IN THIS SETTING, THE MOON DOES NOT YET EXIST. Instead, we have two very ( Read more... )

It's too hot to be sensible. (For tomorrow, we're being threatened with temperatures of 40°C. Urgh.)
It's too hot to get anything done. (And as always, there's a lot that should be done.)
And then, Dawn published the SWG birthday celebrations post. (The SWG is turning 10. In online fandom, that's an eternity! So go and celebrate, ye Silmarillion ( Read more... )

I have a house that direly needs cleaning. I spend the kids' naptime in order to try and find out/reconstruct the Valarin name of Thúringwethil*.
I am totally a responsible grown-up human being. Sometimes.

(There is neither the full name, nor even the vocabulary for its parts. Diem perdidi. Does Þûhur-inigwî-þîlez look convincing? *squints*)

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Jörg and I have spent the past weekday evenings watching "Great British Menu". (Yes, this is what we've become. People who get hooked on cookery competitions. To be fair, as Felix goes to bed very late and he now begins to a) understand what's happening on the screen and b) assume that it's real, we can't really watch our usual evening movies ( Read more... )

I.
I MEAN.
I JUST.

I AM WRITING THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS FOR THE TEMPERED STEEL*, FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE PLOTBUNNY THAT CRAWLED OUT OF ANGBAND. 30 CHAPTERS, 111889 WORDS, 6½ YEARS, IT IS DONE. I DON'T. I CAN'T EVEN. I MEAN. I ACTUALLY FINISHED WRITING A FRICKIN' NOVEL. (TRILOGY ( Read more... )

Dude, Azruhâr, you haven't talked to me in three frickin' years and now you want to tell me your entire story at once? Not fair! What the hell is wrong with you? I have a life! I have a family, a house and a garden! I need my sleep! I CAN'T TYPE THAT FAST! Seriously, slow down ( Read more... )

it has come to my attention (thank you, heartofoshun) that Captive Prince by freece is going to be published (professionally) by Penguin. Penguin!

I'm so happy for freece. Captive Prince is pretty much a demonstration of how good even a stigmatised genre like slash fiction can be (except that it's original, so I suppose it's "m/m erotica", not "slash"?). freece knows all the ( Read more... )

Sweet Eru, we've known about Kindle Worlds (I'm linking to Dawn's summary because it's critical but reasonable; I haven't read everything on the matter yet, and doubt I want to) for ONE DAY, and I'm already sick of the matter - to be precise, of the fannish reactions of the alarmist and rabble-rousing sort ( Read more... )